Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes